Friday, December 31, 2010

OWL

Having done what
winter demanded,
we tried to resurrect
ourselves in time

for spring's rehearsal.
A lilac let its
petals be a
metaphor for cruelty.

Nothing stopped the
river in its tracks (the
dam we built was
smaller than its task).

An aging owl lit
out in search of wisdom.

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